The dance floor is suddenly quiet.
Clawson Show Studio.
The race was raging and the backstage was busy.
At the end of the sixteenth period of French history, the scene slowly turned outside the dance floor, with the portrait of Queen Mary Antoinette hanging at the corner of the wall.
The cold wind slammed the frame through the colored glass window fans, but still saw the beauty of the queen through the faint skies.
“Mary was born in the fallen Austrian royal family and her mother was the Queen of the Holy Roman Empire, defeated in seven years of war. The Austrian financial deficit was enormous, and the Queen had married the princesses everywhere in exchange for peace in order to pay off her debts. ”
“Mary was told from an early age that she would be queen of France. Mary, a young child, often follows her mother to help the poor, to learn all the etiquette, law and politics the Queen needs. She is a learned and caring person..."
Backstage, the editor-in-chief made a hasty gesture: "That's it! Four programmers rushed for six hours and just got the test online! ”
Live video of everything.
Currently ranked 41-50 players are projected in the center of the screen and displayed in two rows of five columns in the "Highlighted Moments” of the match. Below is, of course, a column called "Popularity Voting Channel”.
“…” twitching at the corner of Xiangxiang and Blood Pigeon's mouth.
Program PD Expression Satisfaction: “The third round is not complicated, just use half the frame. Let's sell the other half now! ”
Ying Xiangxiang: “A support ticket 0.01 credit point… a ticket buy a picture frame? ”
The PD of the show is centered: “No way! A ticket for a pixel point! Put the 1920x1080 player support chart together to encourage our trainees to fight in the game! ”
Right on the screen, first the votes of one player change, then the votes of 10 people move together!
The scene was cut to rank 31-40, and Wen Lin Heran was in the column. At this point, the votes are more fierce than just now. 21-30, 11-20, until the top 10 ——
The screen reading real-time data is tiny, and then the numbers go wild.
The editor-in-chief stared: “Is that okay?! ”
Program PD Points: “Live Vote! Let's get the audience involved! The players are in there, we have to mobilize fans to compete outside, right?! That's the same thing as the anchor's live reward. ”
“Little brother, good find, buy tickets, reward! Big Brother, the knife is good, and reward! We'll score fifty points with the players in the prize pool. Seriously, a bunch of sad little brothers and sisters are on the screen to make you happy, and I'm willing to spend it! Let's see how many votes we got. ”
0.01 Tickets payable at points of credit are extremely low and the total number of votes travels at an exponential level.
Top ten players. Wei Yan, Witch Jane and Red and White Rose votes were in the top line, followed by Zuo Potang, Thin Fire Zoe Chu Chu, Lan Second Ladder. The last two ranks were constantly replaced and the eyes were confused.
“Our players are very average!” PD Ideas: “We need to think of a way to motivate the competition ——”
Before PD, the editor suddenly opened his mouth: “Little, little witch...”
PD: “What? ”
Turning around, even the show PD was stunned. Witch Jane's votes went fast and pushed forward 10,000,000... The dazzling numbers were simplified into a "40M”, leaving the rest of the players far behind.
“400,000... 400,000 Credit Points?! 40M tickets a second? ”
The editor-in-chief quickly looked in the background: "Yes, it's all contributed by an audience. Or the new trumpet registered on our live broadcast platform, smashing 400,000 a second. Shit. Still smashing? ”
Program PD Eyed Golden: “Cut, cut the camera, little witch. For this rich, white lady, we have to get along with her. He threw 400,000 just to see the witch. Let the witch out and sneak away! ”
“Not Miss Fujia, but the identity information is male…” the editor said, swiftly slicing the camera to the Versailles dance floor.
Versailles Hall.
Candlesticks, chandeliers are golden and brilliant, with all eyes firmly focused on one corner.
Witch Jane is wearing a pure black uniform, occasionally showing a wrapped abrasion, one position away from her dance companion at the previous prom.
Defense time.
The two rays are wrong in sight.
The bodyguard is cold and robust and has a cold temperament. Witch Jane was not wearing a petticoat at this time, and her physical fitness between teenagers and youth was revealed. He stands as straight as a cypress, with the smoothest curves on his shoulders and muscles. Witch Jane stuck a spot that captured the best of her sight and didn't give a damn about Weisheng.
Little curly hair rose wildly, and Witch Jane raised her eyelids slightly in the eyes of a human shadow, like revealing deep claw teeth, instantly making countless cameras stare.
Eyes converge, brain waves converge strangely.
Witch Jane: 5 seconds more!! Shame on me!!
WASHING: You stand for another five hours, and the PD won't delete the women's clothes in front of you.
The first movement of the dance music drifted in gently.
The crowd regained its noise. Caesar and Dye wondered: “Look at the witch now, I really forgot what she was dressed like...”
Thin fire transmission cautiously gave Ning Fengbei analysis: “The third round of scarves should be strong together, it is we who win the championship, have to except...” Ning Fengbei elbow past: “Bullshit, need you to analyze?! ”
Zoe's furious eyes: "Eyebrows? Seduce little witches in the public!” Wenlin quickly explained that the little witch didn't shut herself up and ran over. The noble card was also brought to the guardian by the little witch. After a few seconds, Zoetton finally highlighted three words from his teeth: "Eat - Soft - Rice. ”
Clawson Show Support Page. Millionaire powder thrown at a 40W credit point, but no more action.
Witch Jane stood quietly and quietly all over the camera.
Witch Jane counts that almost all the audience forgot about women's clothing.
And then he reaches out to the big man...
Palms to the left.
Wencheng reached out his arm and was about to take a man into his arms, suddenly he was enthusiastically gripped by the witch. Soft palms rub against rough cocoons. Witch Jane solemnly said: "Let's make the alliance as usual! ”
Then he shrunk his hand and took Chu Chu, who was still wearing his dress, and walked to the dance floor with joy.
"…”
Chu Chu: “…"
Waiting for Brother Wei's red hair to dance: “…"
It wasn't until a few seconds later that Chu Chu reacted violently. The two teams are allies anyway, and the little witch invites herself not like she invites the god of defense! What a clever little devil, now the little witch god doesn't have to jump!
At the corner of the dance floor, the guard's eyes gradually narrowed and the outline hidden beneath the candle fire was unpredictable.
Witch Jane felt nothing. The dance steps of the teenagers on the field were elegant and elegant, taking care of Chu Chu's twisted dancing gentleman.
When the first dance was finished, Ming Yao, Prince of Subiz, entered and the exit of the dance floor opened.
Witch Jane finally gave Vera an encouraging look, and the big man waved happily and quickly walked out with Chu Chu. Behind him, Ming Yao was walking with his foot to the captain--
The door suddenly closed.
Chu Chu skilfully threw away a few covers and found a compartment to change into his uniform.
The cold wind blows a spiritual spirit when you go out again.
Witch Jane is opening a window and looking out of the palace.
The snowflakes of goose fur float through the windows, and the entire Fort Versailles is covered with snow. The original autumn sun was covered for the most part, hidden in the snow in a dark blue topographical outline.
Chu Chu took a sip of cool air.
Witch Jane quickly handed Chu her weapon and unzipped her lace on the battle suit zipper: “The last round, the harsh environment. ”
The ghosts of the Louis XV era were lost on the corridor, and the castle was as old as ever, but stunned by the cold. The portrait of the King of the Sun is still hanging on the walls, and in the sixteenth Louis era, people no longer seem to mention Louis XV, but French defeat agreements such as the Paris Pact, Hubertus and the Covenant are everywhere on the coffee table.
After Louis XV, the Palace of Versailles is no longer the fortress of the European masters.
“Snow, haze.” Witch Jane said quickly, "It takes at least 40 minutes to walk in the snow from here to the mission site.” Witch Jane picked out two of the dresses Chu Chu threw and Chu Chu: “Keep warm, let's wait for Vego Vera to come out and explore the map first. ”
Chu Chu immediately asked, "Mission location? Mission location outdoors? ”
Witch Jane nodded: "In the ghost incident at Trianon Palace, Queen Mary appeared at the Little Trianon Palace. In order to trigger the plot, the athlete must run the map. ”
Chu Chu quickly wrapped his dress in a cape: “Are we going to find a card? ”
"Louis XVI is the last round," said Witch Jane. That was the last dance of the game - cards are meaningless, and all we have to do is live to the end. ”
“This round is survival. ”
To solve the mystery, political battles are only a means of entering the dueling cycle.
In the Louis XVI era, all they had to do was eliminate their enemies and live to the end.
On the watch, the survival number stops at exactly 100. Witch Jane's vision dropped out of the window, and the snow flakes seemed like an intent, hidden in a memory, and she didn't really want to. The cold wind rolled the snowflakes into the window, and Chu subconsciously extended his hands--
The snow flakes are cold on the palms of the palms.
Chu Chu froze his left hand so unconscious, he rubbed and screamed: “What is this! Why is there blood--”
Transparent fingertips of the girl's head are tattooed in reddish brown, and the "snow flakes" are sewn off from her fingers. Witch Jane's eyes hurry to catch it.
Not snow flakes.
“is... shredded paper.” Witch Jane spoke in surprise. The shredded paper was rubbed into a small group, which seemed to be part of a tear from a piece of paper. The red pigment inside was pasted into a group, and Chu Chu rubbed it and dyed it on his hand.
Witch Jane opened the window and more and more shredded paper flew in.
The air was dull and choking, and it seemed that the upper wind was burning something, and the ashes were scattered in the snow.
The teenager suddenly climbed the window frame.
Chu Chu shocked: “Witch Jane--”
Witch Jane suddenly reached out and grabbed one from the flying piece of paper and jumped out of the window frame and spread it out.
All the scraps are blood-red, undried pigments, like countless creepy drawings, torn and thrown into a blizzard.
“How dare someone throw garbage in the Versailles Palace!” Chu Chu complained.
Witch Jane still has most of this, the pattern is quite complete, and after splitting it up, the two of us put together.
This is a leaflet.
Outside the walls of Versailles, there are countless leaflets of the same kind sent by the wind and snow.
The blood-red paint depicts an ugly woman with naked skirts and legs spread out on a chair. There was a man drilling under her dress and a noble woman kissing her by the chair.
Chu Chu was disgusted and frowned.
The only words left under the pattern are: “The Queen... adulterates the Grand Duke... feeds his mistress... demons from Austria..."
Chu Chu suddenly reacted: "Austria? Queen of Austria, Mary Antoinette? It's a lie! It's in the textbook. Queen Mary never did this! ”
Witch Jane put away the leaflets and countless pieces of paper and ash came from afar: "Someone threw them into the Palace of Versailles for the purpose of fabricating a rumor queen. The king preserved the queen's reputation so that the palacemen could burn the leaflets. ”
“In fact, it doesn't matter whether she does it or not. France was in a recession and the people decided to use her to vent. Because Austria is the trigger for France's defeat, Queen Mary is the princess of Austria. ”
Chu Chu protested outrageously, and Witch Jane closed the window again, consoling: “This knockout round, we are not history changers, we are just witnesses. ”
The rules go along with established historical trajectories, and the players are only tiny pieces of chess.
“We try to avoid all cards and do not have to assume identity without entering them. In the sixteenth Louis era, most nobles ended in tragedy. Especially don't touch two cards. ”
“Louis XVI, and Queen Mary. ”
Chu Chu wrapped himself in a "cape” and held his rifle/gun in his hand, finally stepping into the cold Versailles Palace with the witches.
The abandoned frames flashed next to each other, suddenly revealing Witchcraft's official LED support map, followed by Chu Chu's support - the child's laughter and excitement.
Clawson show backstage.
Cut to Mingyao leads Zuo Potang's teammates out of the dance floor, the scene is reporting to the program PD: “That... the Tuohao is starting to smash money again, after Little Witch and Chu Chu split up the operation...”
PD spit a cigarette: “Stop voting. ”
On the job: “What? Now the pool sucks 800,000 yuan, just throwing the little witch, the Tuo Hao has already smashed 600,000 credit points, there is hope to keep going..."
PD knocking on the table: “Stop now. ”
The service had to close the aid channel and hang the announcement “The ticket pool is full, stay tuned”. I'll hear the PD teach that lesson back there.
“We use players as money trees, but you have to remember. There must be something weird about 600,000, a little more, and we can't take that money for our little show. ”
“Let the operator know if the troll asks. I've seen a lot of fan tickets. The witch has now overtaken the 50M ticket slot in the second place. Something's wrong with this guy. Stupid or crazy. Also, you don't throw votes when choosing a dance partner, and you don't throw votes when teaming up with Chu Chu. What do you call it when you do it alone? ”
“Extremely powdery! When people spend more money, they dare not mention anything. Understood?”
A bunch of coding faces tranced and nodded.
PD suddenly remembers something: “Show me that account. ”
The programmer snapped and called out the page.
Millions of votes were cast, thousands of IP switches were made, positioned to jump and jump in empires and federations.
“Used IP springboards.” Logistics is slow to swallow: “Wherever others are real… they must be rich anyway. ”
“Bullshit!” PD continues to swallow cloud mist in the surveillance room, looking at the Homeowner ID: “Interesting. ”
“This id take, it's powder only, no difference! ”
And someone whispered, “What do you mean? Isn't that just a 'Yo' word? ”
PD hates iron and steel: “Witch Jane, Jane. Shake Jane Huai Yu, Yu? Do you understand? ”
Clawson show, Versailles Palace dance floor.
After Ming Yao, it was a thin fire carrying the cards of the bishops.
Where the eyes converged, the thin bishop whispered again, “Is that okay? ”
Ning Fengbei: “What do you want? Sitting around? Invite Vera while you're at the guard. Can you beat the guard, or can you count the witch brain? ”
The red rose glanced: “The scarf doesn't come off, I sleep in peace. ”
Pass the card to Her Majesty as soon as possible: "OK. When you go to the guard, I'll go dance with Vera later. ”
Ning Fengbei spoke coldly: “No. When you go to the guard. ”
Thin fire transmission: “????? Grandma, I'm both male! Besides, what are you asking Vera for? ”
Ning Fengbei smiled indiscriminately: "Do nothing. ”
“Disgusting her. ”
In front of everyone, red roses in black Gothic skirts emerge elegantly.
Wenlin deduced on one side: “It should be to find the redhead. It is also possible to pick Wei Yuan. After all, the strength of the human weapon is there -”
Ning Fengbei walked onto the dance floor and went through the plan for the last time.
Take Vera and isolate Jane.
Backup when cutting off the guard again.
That's it.
Ning Feng walked north to Vera, smiling and reaching out: "Little beauty, come with me. ”
Thanks for the rocket with the white moon.
Thank you, Qimiaoz, Tianjin, Chilli's grenade.
Thanks to Gu Mingyang x2, Boundary Water x2, Pickle Vegetable Vegetable Vegetable x2, Ye Yan, Wang Huang Mei Mei, Sunai, Clean Water Cold Jade, An *, Wind Train, camael, Kiwi Peach Not Sour Enough, Body Song, Dim Light, Heavenly Pivot, Iron Blood Hard Man Banquet, Phil_(:) *)_, Smell and Song Mine ~ ~ ~
Year-end performance is finally over!!! Copy will also end ~!! Return to the earth for nothing! Yay!